Looking out onto the field
Watching the grey, grey grass grow and grow.
Down at the corner shop,
Life continues slow so slow.
I don’t feel you looking down at me.
I can’t abide this desperate family.
I don’t want to eat you
I don’t want to drink you.
Can you take too much? or do you keep on,
Like a ghost through the days.
Its too hard to speak.
You keep the air filled with the inane
For this dark future I am to blame
Watching grime fester in the cracks
Ants crawl through eyes. Into the core.
I am trying so hard
But it all feels wrong. The motivation has gone.
I don’t know what to say.
The brain moves in patterns
I don’t understand now.
I for one have lost control
You used to warm my icy soul
I remember watching it glow and glow.
Providing is fine. You will have water,
But as for me, who knows where I’ll be?
I had a dream.
I know what they’ll say
I know what they’ll put it down to.
Everyone’s so despicably throw away,
Just like me watching you throw down his life
I suppose he cost enough, so it is ok.
You did a lot, but for you you were flogging a dead horse.
Half the time you didn’t even know what disease he had anyway.
I need to get closer. Show me the way.
Stop scaring me. Give me a clue.
Trigger the brain-they say. It’s like yours now anyway.
And that’s what I have become. A carbon copy of a derelict house.
I need to get closer. I must feel it burn again.
The fires must rise and I must want to be alive.
I have it all on paper – look at my roaring success.
A sweet prince he flies the nest.
Science and Logic
Here I am,
like God’s eternal ATM machine.
Pouring out divinity
like science and your logic.
I am here now,
in the place that broke us up
frightened and alone.
Alive and screaming tryst.
I can’t sleep mate.
Thinking of you,
what you would do,
if you could fit into my shoes.
I know you would slip into them
if you were allowed,
but your souls a white cloud,
So fluffy and light
So here I am.
Like a bruised stick
hitting a bruised wheel.
Alive with my phone,
a permanent symbol of this eternal emptiness.
Go on, take a piece,
everyone else has.
God’s fucking cash machine,
being bitten to death by the cowboys in my brain.